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Stare
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and i will hold you tight / like the moon in the arms of the sky

made of { stone } // loony, blitz! Feb 1, 2016 22:57:38 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 1, 2016 22:57:38 GMT -5

see i left my mother's heart
see i left my father's home
and i fell into a well of hope

She hid the lightheadedness as best as she could, but the moment her feet stopped doing what she wanted them to she knew she had to take a break.

The woman who Danny passed the weapon back to frowned in concern at the way she swayed a bit, her grip loose and trembling, but she waved her off easily enough. "It's nothing," she muttered, grateful for the lack of a metallic taste in her mouth. "Just a bit dehydrated, that's all. I'll be back."

Did they film the training center? She certainly hoped not, but she couldn't for the life of her remember. This was the calm before the storm. The memorable part was yet to come. Still, she could picture Aiden's face turned toward the screen, watching her and knowing. She glanced up at where some of the Gamemakers stood, analyzing them, before making her way toward the dining hall. Let them call her lazy for ducking out so quickly.

She was hungry.

Grabbing a tray and loading it with food. Her appetite faded more and more each day, but she kept up appearances and always ate her dessert first. As she settled herself at one of the tables she felt another presence and glanced up, slightly irritated at the intrusion. "You giving up early, too?"

i'm carrying my heart
but it's made of stone
i'm carrying my heart
but my heart is made of stone

Loony
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

made of { stone } // loony, blitz! Feb 3, 2016 21:34:06 GMT -5

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Post by Loony on Feb 3, 2016 21:34:06 GMT -5

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Nell Locke

The smell of sweet was overwhelming. Her breathes were shallow and tiny droplets of sweet made their way down to her pointed chin. Their salty lives coming to a quick end upon the blue gym mat, splattered just liked she would be in a few days. Her stomach tumbled, and she raced away from the trainer and towards the bathroom. It wasn’t as bad today, the pounding felt like a dull moan rather than a piercing screetch, and the exhaustion was from actual work rather than pure withdrawal.

(Progress…) she vomits into the sink (doesn’t come without suffering)

She washes her face in the cool water, enjoying the simple pleasure of getting clean. Wiping her face with paper towel, she almost can’t stand too look in the mirror. She didn’t want to see what she was at this point.

A starved animal… instinct alone drove her reactions.

She wasn’t human; she was a pawn. But she didn’t care. not anymore

After returning to the center, she was happy to see that lunch had arrived. Daintily picking up a plastic tray, she shoveled on the first items she saw and began the futile search for a seat. Not many were stopping, but she’d be damned if she let food by while she was hungry (which wasn’t often these days)

Putting her tray down across from the girl from 3 (she had absolutely no recollection of her name), she was surprised when the girl asked, ”You giving up early too?”

She glanced at the girl again. Nell Locke gave up on her life the moment she first shot up heroin. But she wasn’t done fighting for it. She gave the girl the benefit of the doubt, because why scold those who are already dead and gone?

”I’m not giving up yet. Can’t afford to actually,” Nell smiled slightly, ”I’m not like you, I can’t show off my tits and have the sponsorships rain over me.”

(Humor is always the best medicine ~~besides heroin~~)

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^Credit to Thundy

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and i will hold you tight / like the moon in the arms of the sky

made of { stone } // loony, blitz! Feb 6, 2016 16:20:27 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 6, 2016 16:20:27 GMT -5

see i left my mother's heart
see i left my father's home
and i fell into a well of hope

Danny stiffened, one hand automatically flying to feel where her abdomen caved beneath her jutting ribcage. The hollow stomach was hidden beneath her sweatshirt, a special request she'd made that J had been reluctant to fulfill. Did she - ? No. Danny cut herself off abruptly, almost chastising herself for such stupid thoughts. Not even her stylist, who had seen every inch of her broken and battered body, didn't know the truth. Fell down the stairs, she'd said, and she'd managed to convince the Capitolite to give her outfits that would cover the bruises so that she wouldn't look weak in front of the other tributes.

She was nearly dying of heat, but at least this girl's offhand comment proved that it was working.

Still, Danny felt herself bristle at the comment, and glanced up at her new table partner. District Five. Pale hair, big blue eyes. She fished around for a name, frowning a bit. Nell. Nell something or another. She knew that it was good to remember names, if only so she would have a better shot at making alliances, but she was making a point of not getting too close with any of the tributes.

She'd discovered the hard way what happened when you befriended someone who was dying.

Danny grunted, returning her attention back to her food. "Nothing impressive under this shirt, Blondie. And you're one to talk - I'd say you've got just the right look to be the Capitol's plaything. You've got that porcelain doll thing going for you."

i'm carrying my heart
but it's made of stone
i'm carrying my heart
but my heart is made of stone